Page 37 of Luna Cursed

Tor kissed her deeply, stealing her breath and what remained of her common sense. She wanted him inside of her. Needed him filling her up until she couldn't take it anymore.

"If only we had time," Tor said, pulling back from her. He untangled his hand from her shorts, and Ciara burned red as he licked her come off his fingers. His eyes flashed with a wolf sheen, and a growl rumbled through his chest. "I promised myself only a taste."

"Fuck me," Ciara groaned, not caring how pathetic she sounded.

"I will later. It'll give you something to look forward to because I can guarantee today will suck for all of us." Tor grinned and nodded towards the door. "Run, bunny. Alruna is opening a portal in thirty minutes."

Ciara covered her face with her hands, a frustrated groan escaping her. "You did that on purpose."

Tor laughed, a full deep laugh that chased the last of the shadows from his eyes. "Guilty. Now go."

Ciara muttered obscenities all the way down the hall to Arne's apartment. Layla answered after the second knock.

"Well, well, the hussy herself," she crooned.

Ciara flipped her off. "Shut up. Nothing happened. It's a bond thing. I couldn't sleep."

"Sure, okay, and that glow in your cheeks is a new serum you've been using. Portal is opening in thirty minutes."

"I'm painfully aware," Ciara said darkly and headed for her room.

So much for keeping things professional.Her epic self-control was completely gone. She dug through what remained of her clean clothes and produced tight black jeans and a plain navy T-shirt. She didn't know how strict about dress code wolf councils were, but she was out of options. She put on a little makeup for formalities' stake and braided her hair. It would have to do.

Ciara stepped into the lounge as Tor came through the door, wearing dark jeans and a white button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled to his elbows to show off tattoos and golden skin. All her thoughts plummeted straight to the gutter. The grin on his face said Tor knew it too.

"How's that going for you?" Lachie whispered from behind her, and she turned to whack him. "As I thought."

"Shut up."

His eyes went serious. "You okay going back to Ulfheim today?"

"Yeah, it'll be fine."

"I'm glad you think so because I'm coming too."

"What? Why?" Ciara asked. Putting herself in danger was one thing. Letting her baby brother do it was something else entirely.

"I trust Tor. That doesn't mean I trust any other wolves who are thinking of making a name for themselves by taking out the Wolf Slayer." Lachlan had set his jaw, and Ciara knew there wasn't any point in trying to argue.

"Okay, but if shit kicks off, you don't get involved."

"Sure thing, big sister," he said, but his smile told her she could go fuck herself.

Just great.

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The council hall of the Ulfheðnar was a long Viking hall carved with wolves, world trees, and everything associated with Odin. Ciara had never seen anything like it. It looked like it had been there since the dark ages and probably had.

"So cool," Lachie said, staring up at it.

Ciara's head turned as a beautiful red-haired woman came walking down a path towards them. She wore a dark green and black dress and had dark blue runes tattooed on her face. She hummed with magic and could have been anywhere between thirty and fifty.

"It's nice to see you healed and whole, Ciara Ironwood," the woman greeted.

"Have we met?"

The woman smiled, her bright green eyes shining. "Not while you were awake. I'm Gudrun."

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